Find yourself...

I need not teach you for you should already know. Having you own developed mind is an attraction through actions shown. I'm no one to look up to n never have I been perfect. There's just this thing called live n learn that has transformed me into someone to invest. It's a way of life. A mindset that catches on to bs along the way. You either have it or you don't. But it's not on me for your inner makings to be rearranged. If you haven't spent enough time alone that's not my fault. We all need a loner moment to identify as self before collaborating from behind our walls. Growth from within is a beautiful thing when you can conversate beyond the typical nonsense that lays upon the surface of the tongue. You just havta wanna lmk low who you are first n foremost prior to falling in luv. Otherwise it's a matter of faking it until you make it that wastes everyone's time. N mine I cheesy deeply so evolve or step aside. I'm not gonna sit around n advance n you're simply not with it. The worth in the willingness to do you without them need if another creates a sharper wit. So you know who's good for you n what to avoid. N you're not a dependant so I refuse to be annoyed. Step up or get outta the way. I'm not waiting for to to understand. To be is to live n I comprehend the cycles of phases as I just wants my toes in the sand. 

Why lie.?.

I wanna run off your nightmares. I'd that what your wanna hear? Or would you rather play fair? Maybe get over everything you've come to fear. Idk, maybe it's just me. But I can't help but to think I'm losing interest in the feeling you hide. So from the tip of you tongue, tell me, what is it your need? Bcuz withor without you I have this thing called a life. N it waits on no one to correct their ways. Pain has no reason partake in the distance in been hearts. If you can understand that you're on your way to the heart escape. But for now to make life better I just cannot deal the cards. Hope floats like shit n sometimes it sinks. N yet, who are you if you're not in your true element of moving forward with sighs? Vent n get rid of the weight or I'm not the one to alter realities link. Meeting up to see about the mingle of taking flight. Wasted of not the remains you will be unless tensions can reside. Out longer the tide of years built up from a past you hold dear. Or is it that you're looking for a passion to cover up the feeling of low tides? I can make believe you're everything I've every long for. But why lie to take advantage of a phase just to fulfill my own lusts? You're no whore. N I ain't into falling to fast into luv...

Dunno...

Mood shifting. Back n forth. What to do when it's disturbing to the listening? Is there more? Has self been cheated outta the good life? Rusted hinges have an erie sound when revolving in motion. Hi. N then it's a past sense of devotion. There's truth has lies that represent a painted picture burned. Swing shifts of mindsets set adrift. In the coming or going, when will the heart learn? As the smile needs no help in its lift. There is no losing of what never sticks around. First come first serve delivers a war that rages between there ears. Taking up space in time that's yet to be found. With the confusion of wtf that creates unwanted fears. Telling it the way relativity speaks. Odds over evens revolves in the memory lost to dimming of lights. But ain't that the beauty of being free? Finding pleasures that make time slow to the find.

Timing...

Timing. Made possible by phases of life. A smile that triggers interests on the rise. Timing loosens the heart for the possibility of, why shouldn't I?  With a smirk that defines everything that hides in the dark of nights. Timing. It's in the way phases align in an unmentionable moment that makes perfect sense. In an act of craziness to leap without warning of what's only lent. Timing. Believes it's for the keeping fire all time. Moving in motion to believe in a different type of life. Timing. Tells the heart that it's ok to go back under the claim. Meeting the chill of the rain fun again to play on so the inner child escapes. Timing. Isn't everyday that reasons to the joy of opening up. As truth comes of a special kinda luv. Timing. Without watching the clock in an act of ignoring it moves to fuckin fast. When the removal is that of the mask...

Please don't...

Please don't get attached. I'm just living life n idk where home is as a guaranteed match. I'm no one. Trust n believe I'm a one man army always avoiding luv. Better, that's what you can do with someone else. Trust me when I tell you it's not me in which you are felt. It's sad but I can't help but to be honest. Truth is what I'm waiting on someone I don't know even exists as I wish I was modest. But my attractions is of the craved thoughts acting out inner submissions. As it's ok for you to know I have an admission. Come see what you've wondered about. I have no secrets worth hiding so I'm gonna claim my sleeve dripping dry so I'm not so loud. There's just no way to get to me unless. But that's for just a unique type of person in which I'd invest. Please don't believe I'm your forever in a lifetime as you live. I'm nothing special in on eyes staring at the physical glitch. N just like that you're over me. Awakening from a brief irrelevant dream...

A loon on the loose...

Disguised by the single life n making it look good. Yet behind the eyes wonders a peek a boo in secret looks. Think I'm the one outta billions roaming around is more than a chuckle waiting up n under the breath. Tell the truth, I'd be exposed to what comes next. So in a moment a choice to hi Dr e hasta be made. If not there's a chance I'd be seen coming to surfaced upon my face. Oh help me if it comes to be. I'm not ready for the birth of daydreams. Why change the way I think? I like my freedom so I don't mind if they leave. But then I sit n think of when will I ever give in to a friend. As blank thoughts comes to mind as I wait for the end. Caught up in the middle of life doing me the only way I know how. N to hear others tell it, I'm fowl. A loon on the loose bcuz I don't fall into the the role playing nonsense. But damn if it wouldn't be nice ASF to sit n ease back n lower the defenses. Shh, don't ask n I won't havta tell no lie. N we can all go on about our own lil lives. An undercover luv'r at best going to waste. Avoiding the conflictions of the heart that always turns to pain. Sorry I am not nor will I admit I have depth. Someone might want in beneath the humor that disturbs the groove. As I ask, why in the fuck should I play the fool. Knowing it's an excuse to keep it as safe as doing me. Simply trying to make it as long as I can before someone transforms from a want to a need. Yeah, the thought creates tension within but who in the fuck will ever fill the void. Just take words for what they are, noise. But don't listen or read along to what's out for the first time in idk in how fuckin long. Rambling is just a convo with self that finds a rare to tap into before the night goes wrong. Missing the feel of a woman as a man through the silence of having no one at all around. N yet the unrecognizable human within is misunderstood due to the means of surviving alone. Shoving under the tongue of just craving to go home. Concealed is the individual rounding out for a better cause. Lost but not really n in the same breath self just wants to take some time to pause. To gather what matters until the dig buries the reason to say fuck relation. Revealing worth hidden in the texture of what could never be considered an invasion. One good one would be a dream come true. As lips will babble of fuck it, there's no use. To scare off the weak n desperate needing to be luv'd in the now of gimme gimme or else. I'm not one so easily to be felt. I could go either way as it's in my best interest of what's best for me. N as of yet I haven't been a believer in luv without a like that enjoy the way I breathe...

Play thing...

The feel of your throat in my hand. Your pulse reaching for mine. I crave the texture of your skin. Fingertips squeezing with a snug to the sides. Slowing down the blood flow to your head. As you smile with the light headedness stare. In full acceptance for me to do as I please. Against the wall you wait naked n bare. The smell of your scent intrigues my hormones. As my heartbeat speeds up to catch that of your own. It's a simple pleasure of watching you go limp. Into an unconscious state knowing you're being groped. Oh the crave that’s set in your eyes to be taken. Used as a plaything as you're tempted to come from within. With a nibble upon the lower lip to show you I have good intent. Your submission creates a sinful grin. One in which comes to life in my palm. Still clinging to the reaction I cause. As my second hand feels it's way around you anatomy ever so slow. Touching imperfection so they find comfort in being flawed. It's a rare kinda desire I get when you're close enough to fondle. N the act of feeling horny is a gratifying gain. With you at my mercy I come to life. Dominating you like an orchestrated masterpiece willing to be played. As every stroke comes from deep within my needs. Wanting you the way you insist on me freeing your inner freak. N I question who's truly in control of the situation. With a faint of breath I enjoy making it hard for you to breathe. As I choke you to your knees for you to wait on my command. All awhile standing before you fully erect n teasing you. Daring you to approach my shaft prior to being told to do so. You're so beautiful down there n this is why it's you I choose. For when you're looking up with your mouth wide open. I become more of me in a way you complete my kink. So taste it n suck on me but I don't wanna explode. As you gag n beg for more like daddy's lil whore. As you eyeliner is smeared n running down your face. Caught up in your tears you say is to please me. But we both know you get of on being tested so bad. But that's what I like when you become my fantasy. You're dirty Lil play thing that person's gracefully to the abuse. My sex obedient sex toy freed from you depths. To live as intented with a deviant use. You turn me on in ways my passion feeds on your moans. Sight following the movement of your body totally in sync without a care. As I lift you up to bend you over. To go deep with in with a forceful thrust that makes you gasp for air. To pound you harder than you can take. Slapping your azz as it becomes whelped from pleasure. N with both hands wrapped around your neck I wanna hear you beg for more. Gimme the buried treasure...

Mind fucked...

Every now n again a crave comes along we wanna play with. A link ignored for so long until the news becomes words upon the lips. Brining truths from within the secrets of an admirer's desires. To touch in an act of pleasure caressed by the fire. Feeling the best created by the intensity of attraction. One day, unmentioned uses will eventually be rectified with satisfaction. For not many spark a curiosity that sends the mind into overdrive. Losing from afar just wanting paradise in a set of eyes to resemble pants shared in a sex life. A deep sensation is tucked away behind playful flirting craving more. One can damn near feel with the tongue of hidden body parts triggered to be explored. Here n there someone awakens the beast attempting to minded it's own. But even it cannot refuse the likeliness of what could be if ever two people were alone. Feeling their way through a moment that lingers. As the pulse wiggles a walk of prints released upon the tips of fingers. But the thought is trapped in the constant wonder that remains as silent as a mute. They come n they go never to be put to use...

Lock n key...

Let's see if I have the key to your lock. N if so we can swap. That way you can hold the one thing that opens me up. N I can finally believe I was meant for luv. Insert it for yourself as I watch. Give it a turn as if it's a nauch. N we can dance around the house every night for the rest of our lives if the tumbler spins loose. I wanna know if you're what makes me move. Or together we can feel the way the grooves slide jus past the tip. With each notch finding their way along before the twist. As smooth as the shalt with ease. Until it's fully buried within, shoulders deep. Within just to the head to think of the next moment waiting for us to show what it is we have to give. Lemme unlock you so we both can live... As free as the lockbar being released. N the shank of all things coming out so the feel is a relief. From the tumbler to the pins to the locking mechanism within. The click of a counter clockwise twist is all that's needed so give it a spin...

Patience gave up...

Stepping forward from the back of the mind. Whispers trigger doubt in the middle of wasting time. Self isn't worthy of another real enough to hold their end. The feeling is overwhelming to even consider someone that type of friend. It's inevitable that they'll turn away one day. Taking more pieces of confidence that's already a shattered smile upon the face.  Standing corrected once the comfort of noticed takes affect. There's no need to pretend bcuz it's all special effects. Made to create a front only the mirror can see through. As living alone for the year of time is most likely chuckles amused. To be reminded of momentary interference before they go back to their prior lives. As if the skip of a rock is anything more than a ripple moving side to side. Far from the center where the impact is depths lingering with an uncertainty of compatible use. Self cannot ignore the voices that refuse to commend a truce. So to listen to the reality of I trapped within is a raw motionless stare. The belief of being wanted just isn't a thought allowed to be bared. As when with others there's still an emptiness pulling from the inner makings of the heart. N there's no need for pity for it's just the way things are. Something's just missing beneath the physical presence of me. I guess my patience gave up as I set myself free. To depend on no one ever again. Caught up in the peacefulness of the cycle attempting to redefine what's been banned...

The end comes quick...

Looking at all the wrong faces causes a frustration of misplacement. Creating a temperamental unrest within emotional replacements. Damn near everyone is not right for the situation for self to open up. As friends are limited to the time it takes to get to know trust. One, two, three n then the head shakes in disbelief. Thinking with the thought of where in the fuck is the release? To be freed by another to effortlessly. It's always short lived when other wanna know the inner makings of harmony. Protecting others who desires to get close enough to the fire. The end comes quick to dilute the feeling reaching for what grown tired. N the cycle continues to adjust a Lil bit more in between the transformation craving to find a place called home. Simply living in a mindset set out to be alone. Eyes aren't a thrill to gaze into. All that's ever seen is an empty voyage staring back as it's on the go. The seek of the will has no thrill to capture sights locked in. Nothing settles into the depths chuckling in the ribs. Hearts break softly before long term has a chance to cling. As it's for the better off of contentment easing into the leave. With a vague memory of a moment drifting  from side to side. Watching through the crowd to set who's who with the flow of the tide. With footprints in the sand that only last so long. To facial expressions losing interest once the lines become from the fog. In a guarded presence as if the sun refuses to shine. I'm theakings of life there's a wasting of time. Flipping with a flop from one luv'r to the next. Building a resistance buried deep in the cages chest. Wanting a certain kinda comfort to live out in the open as is. Many things go without saying or even touching the lips. Hiding the desperation leaking from a sacred insecurity on the move. Chasing away all that step into the circle of use. With a patience that fuels the beast to mingle with rotating moans. All put into a group set aside to get to a voice that needs no tone.

Friendly gesture...

Holding in the heat under the covers but don't make me sweat. Time ain't shit when it comes to a friend as it's meant to be spent. Get comfy n find some z's n let the night progress. Just don't hide your true intent bcuz it's a fine line between more or less. But settle in n feel free to be who u are when you're alone. As it's upon your request of you not wanting to go home. Sometimes the misplacement gets the better of the mind that runs from thoughts. In need of a friendly gesture for a moment in the making of a pause...

What's done is done...

Blinded eyes. Blink n in a state of reality lost in a dream. Unable to see the change on full display. Sight turns to memory wanting to believe the same ol same. As self is in the way of ever giving the benefit of the doubt. With a venomous spew from that leaps from the tongue so loud. Hatred fueld in depths cannot be corrected. The pain n confusion settles in the claiming of nerves as if infected. Setting the willingness so fast outta reach others havta live in a recycling discomfort. Bonds broken by bad decisions never heal. There's always a pointing finger no matter the process taken to right the feel. Admittance isn't accepted as the beginning of where things turned for the worse. N to be forgiven is nothing more than empty words. You can't go back n there's nothing that can be done. The dwelling is the only thing that'll ever be shown. Held to convictions to relive the mistakes along the way. N as that's wanted it's to be noticed as an improvement from a prior self. Looked upon as human that's learned a few things that could help. But the belittlement is buried in the mental aspect to remind someone of it all. Chance is a myth once the moment complicates life as the heart falls. Down so low as to disturb the good placed in their face. N that's when the inner mashed from them tend to fade. Pulling back from the abuse of emotions clinging to the smiles curve. To redirect it's desperation to get others to witness true worth...

No coming back...

That missing part of what you speak of is part of never fighting the good fight. Never bouncing back to have that one person willing to get down with u in the middle of life is the sigh. It'll always be a memory bcuz of what you've never applied yourself to gain. As hearts, if real with how they feel, well forever be broken to the break...

I heard nothing but periodical words n it wasn't enough. I was worth more the way you are for another to earn my luv. It wasn't easy letting go n I'm not sure I truly have. But the reality of it all stays hidden behind my face bcuz I'm gonna be ok here today...

Even though you're where you are as it bothers me every day. That's the part where you simmer accepting the life you live as I escaped. For your own reasons is why I had to shut down on everything you've never known. So the missing part, for years I've missed coming home...

To a place that no longer exists even in my mind. Somewhere where we're lost in time together claiming mine. N yet everything is subject to change if two people aren't willing to put in the work. As I'll miss you always, until I'm placed in the dirt...

Set adrift...

I told myself if I ever feel in luv again I'd never come back. So I held out waiting for what was to present itself to the facts. I fell in luv just to ask for my heart to be returned to me. As I stood emptied from head to toe lost in a dream. Knowing emotion found it's calling after so long. N every moment was captured in the lyrics of each song. Damn the years it took to let go so I could listen to certain jams again. But when it's real it never heals just right. It just fades in time until the tingle isn't affected by the mind. It was the hardest thing to admit. That the one way street was my willingness set adrift. As friends wouldn't make to the now. A far fetched reality is as is that has been found. Once luv'd in a way eyes had truths unseen till this day. As desire was more than a sexual interaction stretched upon the face. Oh the memories that remain are intense. As they're fun to go through bcuz everything here today makes perfect sense. From never seeing self wanting anyone else to regaining what was lost times ten. As I think to myself, the loss was a win that hurt in places I'll prolly never reach again. In a timeless era of life I've lived n luv'd all I share. In belief I believed I hadn't anything to spare. Without reason of self worth was shattered. Creating a new version of a clown to take away from the details that mattered...

Closer...

Standing closet to me will get you felt up. I'll reach for a feel if you're near enough to touch. Lemme feel your body n I'm telling you imma squeeze something tight. N if I like it I might just claim it as mine. Shh step back n adjust your intent. Coming at me wrong will get you fucked n this I will not pretend. You'll submit to me if u insist of rubbing up on me as if we're a pair. Friendly my azz bcuz it doesn't fly for I don't care. Get yourself groped n come on over here n lean in. Looking at your I'm already licking my lips. I'll call u Pucker as I kiss you quick. Letting you know from head to toe that there won't be a inch missed. I'll ravish your flesh as cute as u are. With fuck sounds I'll place myself deep in your heart. Think I'm playing is your first mistake. I'm good with the game as long as it comes with depths at stake. Needless to say it's your move to show n tell. More that you know of my angle of you on me, I want your smell. You could even leave it on my pillow come mornings light. I'm that willing to chance the thrill to change your life. Cocky? Nah. I jus know what I like. N this is my introduction of saying, "hi". I wanna frisk you. So jus press yourself against me n I'll put you to use. That's all it'll take for me to find you the key. So you can unlock desires hidden within lonely fantasies. Yeah, confident I am n I don't get this way too often. But for a moment with you I'd soften. As I'm waiting on even a simple caress for you to give me the go. N it won't be long until we're both going home...

Times...

Sometimes. There's this save that swallows me up. Waking away the cover from up under I get to the point where emotions are to fuckin much.  Chasing live alone I put from within what I've hushed. At times. I'm a wasted moment with years in my eyes. Trying to figure out how in the fuck things turned out the way they did. As I lose another piece of myself to the pain. With a heavy heart reminding me of the human within. There's times. An emptiness consumes me outta the blue. Touching the details beneath the surface that don't quite move. But until the rush of lemme out rising from depths wanting to be felt. As I get quiet n drift with memories that never helps. Better times. Find me in rare form getting leaking from the hand I delt. With a sense of where did the old me go? The serge pulsates fit a while until I remember to the train I do not belong...

Wanting you...

Would I be wrong if I said, "it's too bad I ain't your type". Don't of the things I just don't say goes a Lil something like, I could see me being caught up with you in life. N just waking up to you everyday woke be equivalent to the fresh air I breathe. Giving more a of reason to live day by day as nights we do more than dream. Yeah, there's untold truths of my hungar for you I have this crave I've had to settle down but I can still feel it move. I try not to think about it but when I look at others they just ain't the one I want. N with saying that there's so much left it's my smile that shins the tech of withers luv. I'm just being honest as I sit behind the scenes. Taking part in the audience you need to help you believe your worth. But damn if you don't know what someone like me do for you to hear these words. As yes I know even with the softest o silence I'd just be in your way of your trying to catch the attention of your crush. The truth is the wickedness of the have is who makes us blush. With a stare that just doesn't wanna look the fuck away. Although I don't see me in the expressions creating happiness upon your face. I'll live though. Ain't nothing but an emotion riding the possibility of what if that haunts me with a taunt....

I don't mind...

Belittle me n then pretend to be my friend. It's ok bcuz you can never get to me. N to be honest, I've fallen in luv with the way relations end. I can get back to doing whatever in the fuck I want. Without the strangulation of a so called luv. So put me down n stomp on my name. Treat me as if m a lesser person bcuz I just can't wait. New beginnings that knows my with are a priceless thing. Some say my mentality of fucked. But in actuality not many can be with the earning of trust. Lacking the ability to hold another's emotion closer to their own hearts. So spit your venom upon my face. N watch how my expressions will never change. With or without you is in how your are of a forever after or a never again.  Break down n verbally insult me if you will. I'll go back to being a stranger with a smile that knows you're missing more than an empty thrill. A in the moment of only feeling yourself when times get hard. As you'll listen from afar of hours my silence plays it's part. I don't mind bcuz I like my freedom to be me. It's NCIC I comprehend the concept of wants m needs...

Absorbed within...

They feel self a little too much as self makes them believe everyone is playing games. When it's a mental illusion to protect the heart shuffling pain. N it's those they choose to fuck with is who sets the stage. Mind fuckin any chance to take part in the flickering of flames. As it's their own inability to see angles taken by others. With one wrong move the body becomes jus another luv'r. Leaving thoughts to process in yet another phase as people are placed in a category in which depicts everyone is the same. Just for the walls to get bigger n higher with the turnabout that comes along with every new face. Failing to realize it's a matter of having a bad judge of character. N the more severe it is the more likely vanity n sex is the key to the pain that is so unbearable to worth. Truths are shoveled like dirt to bury a belief that someone somewhere is genuine willing to give their best. N there's no one to blame due to the attractions blinding intuition placing bets. They're absorbed within the defeat sinking in to the loneliness after so long. As the reel behind the eyes spins to replay everything that's gone wrong. All bcuz they believe everyone but then it's on some BS. In which makes them in their own, a pfft set lose from the lips...

Sticky notes...

Leaving sticky notes in brail on the heart for when it awakens from it's time out. So it knows the details of how it's supposed to interact with reason's pound for pound. Helpful little hints put in place so emotion doesn't allow just anyone in. For the mind needs the coexistence of feelings to properly relate n truly live. Scribbles written are to correct self's partake in the matters of opening up. Thoughts aren't enough to complete interactions with another trying to find a use for luv. One without the other is a creation of lonely times. But to allow depths to run free in an unfamiliar hope is damn near a passion's suicide. So in this state of sycosis where the sleep is to rest desires craving to come back to life. The wait is a patience that calms the process of thoughts beyond lusts hype. To involve the blind with a vision felt as a pair. Reunited within is the outcome more than displayed on sticky notes holding together scars so they never again tare...

Use is in the process taken...

To become familiar with the contents. Attempting to adjust to more than comments. With sexual behaviors set to the side. Knowing hormones n emotions are an angle to overrun the mind. So it's slow n steady as patience comes into play. As most will forget it's a mental game. Yet, how wrong their thoughts are when they cannot get what they want. If luv isn't the last thing on the menu then wtf is trust? Without the wait to witness another in true form. Time tends to leave should be friends to their own type of norm. As the struggle of just living life to see where it goes is a solo act. Keeping attachments just outta reach so intent is matched. When all people ever want is the full package handed to them. As if giving self away is an attraction more than lent. The thrill isn't as good to the touch once the feel has it's turn. It's gonna take the individual to be seen as the difference without saying a single fuckin word. Use is in the process taken to mingle behind the lines where strangers lurk. Reaching in with hands to squeeze with a groping flirt. N in the eyes of others the wait isn't as appealing. As self sits alone n accustom to living out life without the double dealings. Things just aren't allowed to flow naturally so a bond can interact. To be enjoyed as a person taking part in a situation that lowers the mask. For some reason the pulse forced by the heart refuses to ease the fuck up. As it's not always bad thing to adapt in certain ways as it just wants to be luv'd. It's just if that's all there is, enticed by sex. There's no point in baring depths kept safe in the chest. No one truly knows anyone. Nor the capabilities of their transformation that go unknown into the day comes to end what's been hushed. For the bad times are approaching that tells everything of what there is to know. Be careful of who it is you hold...

Cry...

Cry with me. No one will hear you. Not one person will ever care. So in the moment live loose. Free yourself from the burdens. From the endless crave to matter. People aren't interested in you. They just wanna be entertained with the uncontrollable laughter. It's fucked but it's true. You n I are alone. Moving simultaneously to wasted facts pushed to the side. We're nothing special to the desperation of hope. So weep. Release the tension gathered in depths. To the other side we shall inter into reality. It's a place where the face never gets wet. As time didn't rush to pass so fast. Let the weights carried leak. One good cry. N down goes the flow touching the cheek. Feel it. Find pieces of yourself as your remove the twisted sick sensation of being wanted by anyone other than you. With a demented smile come back to life. Cry for use...

Old things gone bad...

My heart was set for life. I found comfort in a unique piece of mind. But damn if you didn't step the fuck up. N I'm not sorry to say fuck ya! Not really but I had to to shut down the neverending rush. In you I fell the fuck in luv. Just for you to walk straight thru me the way you did. Oh the emptiness. The feel of looking back at this world never to be missed. With you I had happiness. I found a better version of me. Fit the first time ever I was freed. Smiling like I never felt myself come the fuck alive. As I lay these days with the cool of a cold heart raping my mind. But there you are, nothing more than a dream. A fantasy once lived as if suffocation keeps me in my knees. Then I get to the other side of tipsy while drinking alone n I remember the way you move. As you come back around the memory to hang out to cut me loose. I know. Let go. Damn me for trying to be witnessed before you were to leave. Fuck you. That's the thought I get when you think of me. So I dream. I drift without a pause. I'm lost. N you're making it look like I never mattered. Ignoring the fact that hearts went with the pitter patter. Way to go. You won your own game just so you know. You overlooked the fact that luv was deep in the middle of desires heat. But at least one of us are free...

We've all been there.

Pages...

Read along n find the written message of words placed specifically in alignment in the open. Let your sight caress each letter as if it's your story jotted down as your depths are showing. Slowing to the pulse of truths reaching for your mind to come undone. In a moment on pages to comprehend there's someone else in this fuckin world that's in a mental sync never to rush luv. I'll be on the other side of the arrangement of the twist watching your eyes flow. As a witness to how you feel the delivery when your lips shape syllables wanting to be known. From one human to the next I sit on display in a rare view just far enough away from ever being seen. Imagine if you will the author having to write out thoughts created in the heart where time cannot breathe. Waiting on someone to do more than turn the pages of selfish use. To become a piece of a story yet find sound in a voice so lovely new angles come through. Follow me with your fingers as if I whisper upon blank pages craving to be a timeless masterpiece. Touch me to go with the curves of expressions damn near brail sighing with ease. Pulling you into my world that isn't so much different from yours. As details leak out bcuz the inner makings flirt with something that can be so much more. From over here you look quite stunning to my naked sighs. Sinking in to the pages absorbing a tale captured of you n I...

Size doesn't matter...

They may not be strong enough to pick you up n help you when they're done. But they can trip you n watch you fall outta luv as they run. Smiling like it's funny bcuz they've secretly been interacting with someone else elsewhere. N on contact the ground will awaken self to the instant pain that gives the heart a tare. In such a small package they can do so much damage just the way they can. As the man in the mirror questions himself of how emotions land. Changing facial expressions as if beat down by passions fading away. It's amazing that such a little person can transform how a fella moves so elusive with every new flame. Damn near dancing to avoid being burnt by hands so soft. As the face in his reflection is where the witness of himself is lost. Knowing there was a time in a prior time that he was more than willing to feel life on the upside of laughs. But since the tumbling over a leg sweep there's just not been much of a need to repeat the past. For fear has settled into depths that have become comforted by the solitude. As thoughts will never forget how size doesn't matter when she decides to take aim to shoot. Taking down the biggest of men in a single shot. So why would we ever allow them to find our sweet spot?

Unheard...

I wanna talk to you but I don't know you. N it makes it easier for me to keep it on the move. I'm a recluse that doesn't take to too many others. N I can't seem to take to the arrangements of luv'rs. I only wanna get attached to one person as that's the truth. As I wonder if your curiosities drift needs proof. I'm not typical nor ready to fall head over heals. There's details in which I wander of mentally with as the thought of mental stability fits the feel. Bcuz honestly I've taken a liking to the way you appear to be. Little do you realize that maybe I'd like to assist you in your moment to live free. The thought has come up n I cannot lie. It's more than you know that you cross my mind. Although it's possible that it's just a phase. If I can be truthful it's rare that within another I wanna escape. To have someone else feel me the way I do them. As I'm only words away from the moment of when. So take it for what it is as I hide in plain sight. Knowing damn well I'd enjoy adding you to my life. But I lack the courage to let true intensions to be known. I've just fallen in luv with the piece n quiet is all. N I don't want anyone to come along n free me is why I don't give relations a second thought. I'm at peace but I'd like to try n figure you out. Something strange has come over me n I just wanna hear the way your voice creates sound. For it's the simple things I daydream of. Craving the concept of like before luv. The thrill of touch rides my nerves. As I will for some odd reason, go unheard...